I see them beam as they share A story of love. Unperturbed, untouched by the chaos around, the vibrant colors on their face do not fade, even when shadowed by the clouds. In the horizon I see a dream I seek to fulfill. The questions encircle as I battle the uncertainty around me. Seeing the roses smile through the widow, a hope surmounts, as I … Continue reading Through The Window

I A mix of the mild cold and pleasant warmth, greets on the threshold of sunrise. The sound of a train whistling at a distance, The busy chirps of a multitude of birds, The rooster singing one of his Cock-a- doodle doos; Here begins the day, with a ritual of those morning chimes! II The soft look in those eyes melted my heart. No questions … Continue reading A Train Of Thoughts: Micropoetry

At the fag end of the day, a thought surmounts. If I were to still believe in the story you told me years ago, I know you look at me from that infinite space. Wrapped in darkness in the stillness of the night, when I miss my steps, I know you hold me before I falter and fall. The moments frozen, I wander back now … Continue reading Infinite Space

The parched earth prays in deep earnest, wishing for the showers to quench her thirst. Gazing at the canvas, the artist nurtures the dream of that masterpiece soon to be born. Failing once, twice, many a time, the little birdie loses not the tenacious resolve to spread its wings and fly. Mending the broken chords, she looks again to make magical melodies yet another time. … Continue reading And They Wait

#FlashbackFriday   Hand in hand We walked along the narrow alleys Every afternoon. You asked those questions, again and again. I answered with unparalleled patience. We read those bedtime stories Every night. We sang the song about the Three blind mice, Talked about little Simba, Snow White and the dwarfs. We do them no more. The moments blown away by the sands of time! Though … Continue reading Sweet Nostalgia

At times, just a few words tell a story.  A short form of Japanese poetry, the haiku is a three-line poem with a five-seven-five syllable count. Unlike other poems, the haiku does not have a title to give a clue. It’s the reader who reads the poem and interprets the meaning behind it. Trying my hand in this domain! Across the green fields, Two souls share … Continue reading Exploring the Haiku

A New Day With a vacant mind I hear the sounds of silence in the stillness of the night. What do I look for tomorrow? Smiles and sunshine, A new day that will renew my hopes, bring in promises, and double the joys of my mundane existence. Rains I hear you knock on the window panes, my heart fills with joy. Long have I waited … Continue reading As Random Thoughts Come to the Mind

Traversing the miles, uprooting from that distant village, he barely thinks about them all till a pungent smell brings back those years, all the same, once again. Playing one after another, the scenes zoom in his mind’s eye, never seeming to stop. A paradox towers; albeit sweet musings, they only make him see his wretched self. Moments dipped in dewey-fresh innocence carried fragrant hopes when … Continue reading The Pungent Smell

The azure sky changed into a garment of orangish-red as the sun setting in the horizon mutely signaled the end of the day. The dogwood blossoms fell to the ground, spreading a white carpet around the trunk. They planned to exit in silence, to come back again the next year. To adorn the garden, the rose buds bloomed overnight, not declaring their transition to the … Continue reading When Silence Tells